i only remember the end.  in the car with my mom at night, telling her about my day and my plans, she takes a turn too early and goes onto a closed ramp instead of the intended exit up ahead.  i yell at her that she’s doing the wrong thing. i tell her she’s going the wrong way.  first she says she’s not.  then as we reach the edge of the unfinished ramp she yells at me for having not told her sooner.  we’re turning around in a tight space under a blanket of darkness, she’s flustered and still blaming it on me.  i just want to get back on the road and out of there.